The shards of the mirror sparkle in the moonlight, the dancing fey creatures on the gilded frame grinning at you malevolently as you take a hesitant step forward. You dart your head down to look into the shards, trying to see whether the horrific image you saw earlier is still there. You freeze. Instead of two soulless onyx eyes, each shard reflects its own pair right back at you. The broken glass begins to ooze with black liquid—whatever was trapped inside the mirror has now been bestowed its freedom.
